Page 16 of Wicked Savage

Oh…wow.

I’ve never had a guy do that to me before, and I definitely want to know what it feels like.

“How does that sound, baby?” He nips my earlobe. “Because I’ve been wondering all night what you taste like and sound like when you come.”

His hot mouth rains kisses down my nape.

“Are you loud?”

He fists my hair, dragging my head back as far as it’ll go.

“Are you shy and quiet?”

His lips graze my shoulder, his exhales feathering down my sensitive skin.

“Do you like it when a man takes control?”

I don’t know the answers to any of those questions—except maybe the last one, because I do like it whenhetakes control. The throbbing between my thighs becomes painful.

“Please. Touch me.” I sound beyond desperate.

Maybe if I wasn’t this turned on, I’d be embarrassed, but I don’t care right now. I need this.

A hand snakes under my chest, and he grabs my throat in a tight grip. “So polite.” His mouth lowers to my throat, and he kisses me there—once, twice—his lips brushing a line down to my collarbone. “Let’s see how wet you are for me, love.”

Oh God, he’s gonna touch me. Finally.

He shoves the dress up, tracing my pussy over the thin lacy thong. With a finger, he shoves my panties to the side, delicately stroking my clit until I’m gasping and clutching the leather beneath me.

“Cillian!”

“You sound fucking good moaning my name like that, like you’re desperate for my cock.” He nips my earlobe. “Gonna feed every inch of it into your needy little pussy.”

Those words make me crazed, wanting everything he just described.

Two fingers work my clit, and my eyes roll back, every muscle in my limbs coiling with untethered desire. He blows hot breaths across my neck while he presses a single finger inside me, my nails digging into the sofa.

The feeling isn’t foreign. I’ve done it to myself enough times. But with him, knowing it’s his thick fingers, it’s even better.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he husks, using his thumb on my clit while he forces another finger into me.

My walls clench from the slight burn, though the more he touches me, the more that pain begins to morph into pleasure.

“Oh God, yes!” My back bows, my ass pressing into his erection.

I need this man. I want to give him my virginity. He can have it all. This may be my one chance to have an amazing first time. I’ll never see him again.

“Stand up,” he demands, slipping his fingers out of me without warning, and I groan from disappointment.

He rises to full height as I try to find my equilibrium and get to my feet. Instead of waiting, he takes my hand, pulling me up before I have a chance to get my legs to move. As soon as I’m upright, I grab the front of my dress to stop it from falling, suddenly nervous for him to see me completely nude.

He steps back, eyes roaming down my body while I shudder internally from my anxiety. I’m sure a man like this has seen many women naked. What if I’m not what he likes?

“Lower your arms, Dinara. Now. Let me see you.”

Shivers rush up my arms from his deep voice. The demand in it. And before I can chicken out, I let my arms drift down until the dress falls, pooling at my feet. He sucks in an audible breath, admiring me while tremors run down my flesh.

“Jesus.” His need burns through his tone. As he nears me, his knuckles stroke over each breast before he tugs on one of my hard nipples, the sensation echoing in my clit. “You’re so beautiful.”

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